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They were all dead. She could not stop sorrow from watering her crimson eyes, and after the second child, Colibri looked away. She did not count the dead bodies, just kept her face turned away and her eyes closed. She did not know how long it took, she was too deep down in the dark to have any knowledge of it. A part of her wanted to sit here with her daughter, another part was desperate to get away from this whole scene, from this land, away from everything. She had been all right on her own as a loner. She had not joined any packs, was that not because she worshiped the loneliness?

Susquehanna touched her, an embrace or something, but the white and gray werewolf did not respond. Ashen ears flickered and perked as her sister’s words. Needles and blood. Colibri knew nothing, but simply nodded and laid her arm in Susquehanna’s lap. Her eyes were still closed. Susquehanna could do whatever she felt like, it did not matter. Instead of the sound of newborn souls, there was a silence that was unbearable.

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